Mary Otter has a roof and chimneys. They are floating in mid-air, but the mansion is begun:
Meanwhile, in this household, The Great Christmas Tree Installation has begun.
We finally got our tree on Friday evening and have started decorating it today. Dearly Beloved is doing the light dance. He and the strings of lights get themselves all tangled about and then get untangled and he flails about and the suddenly they are wound around the tree.
I should not mention that there is a spot where the lights seem a little thinner than in other areas.
I should probably put more ornaments there and just not say anything about the light imbalance.
And on to the great event of today. Mother is 90. Dearly Beloved, The Saint, and I went to visit her in her retirement center yesterday. I asked her if she now planned to live to be 100. She said she wanted to.
Today when I called her to wish her a happy birthday, she very proudly told me that she is 100.
The Saint and I have decided that we aren't arguing with her about anything. She's very happy so why upset the apple cart?
So today is either Mother's 90th birthday (according to the calendar) or her 100th (according to her).